His words startled Barton, who then began to speak, his expression troubled.
"At first, nobody cared about these refugees. To be honest, not even we officers did. We had an army of three thousand, supported by two units of Army Chaplains and the Empire's latest cannons. We had enough strength to face off against other Regular Armies, let alone refugees armed with nothing more than kitchen knives and pitchforks.
It wasn't until we reached a village they had overrun that everyone began to take notice. Not a single living soul remained in the village—neither people nor livestock. No food was found either; everything edible had vanished.
However, the scouting soldiers soon discovered large amounts of blood on the ground, and white bones, devoid of any flesh."
Barton suddenly stopped speaking and looked at everyone before finally voicing the conclusion they had all guessed.
"Yes, they were..."
